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Hey! You can call me Oakleaf! I'm a bicurious teenaged girl. I've got ADD (Attention Decifit Disorder.) I read, I write, I act, I fangirl. My major fandoms are Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sherlock, Merlin, Pushing Daisies, and Disney. I have like a BILLION more, but we can start there. Send me an ask to say hey!


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Nyawwwwww ily bosch (can I call you that your URL is kinda long you need a nickname)

3 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 0 notes

uglysoulsbeautifulbodies:

DO NOT DISMISS A SOMETHING A CHILD IS PROUD OF. LOOK AT IT. POINT SOMETHING OUT AND TELL THEM YOU LOVE IT. IF A CHILD DRAWS YOU A RAINBOW, TELL THEM YOU LOVE HOW IT HAS RED. THEY WILL THINK “WOW. IT DOES HAVE RED. THEY LOVE HOW I PUT RED IN IT. I PUT RED IN IT. AND THEY NOTICED.” MAKE SURE YOUR CHILD KNOWS YOU ARE PROUD OF THEM.

3 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 5,586 notes

king-of-worlds-that-dont-exist:

Future King Geoffrey

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A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
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As we lay in stillness, you whisper to me, ‘promise you stay with me’

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schwarzweis:

do you ever think about Lucifer possibly being the first and the last thing that Gabriel has ever seen

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Tagged as: #that HAIR 

balkhy:

remembering what you were like 5 years ago more like

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agentdarcy:

friendly reminder that there’s a cut scene in Thor that while the Destroyer is blowing shit up, Darcy runs into the pet store to save all the animals and give them to people leaving the town

as things are being set on fire around her, she talks to the dog, telling him I  won’t let the big scary monster step on you,  and names it Baker

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angryseawitch:

furrick:

wendygirlyoumoveme:

marceline-your-vampire-queen:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

the-vashta-nerada:

here’s a song i wrote about being in love with your best friend (no homo)

i didn’t know how badly i needed this in my life until i heard it

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TASHAAAAAAAAA

OH MY GOD

this makes me so happy and so sad at the same time because i dont even know if i have friends like that

omg

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homoora:

kagura-shingan:

tricoloredcake:

clavid:

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lost it at the music

it doesn’t seem all that funny but when you get to the eND

I FUCKIBG G FOUDN IT 

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Tagged as: #THE LAST LINE 

mixgoldenphoenix:

"What makes a story work? Is it the plot? The characters? The text? The subtext? And who gives the story meaning? Is it the writer? Or you? Tonight I thought I would tell you a little story, and let you decide.” - Supernatural Metatron

Dude done fucked up his own gig. Because, we know now, he was talking to Castiel, right? What makes a story work? The writer, or you? The audience? I’ll let you decide. And because of a continuity error, Castiel decides. His suspension of disbelief shatters complete and it ruins Metatron’s story. The audience, that also doubles as a character, has more power than the writer.

I can tell you that the beginning here really fucked me up like WHAT THE HELLS HE’S STARING AT ME I MUST HIDE HOLY FUCK WHAT IF HE CAN SEE ME FLIPPING HIM OFF FROM MY LIVING ROOM

3 hours ago on April 16th, 2014 | J | 6,621 notes

the-vvinchesters:

thatsonofamitch:

adriofthedead:

davekat:

amour-and-bisous:

emmazzin:

this is a real thing omg

This is my favorite thing

 

this is so very british

oh my god it gets better when you understand exactly how far he went

The only time I will ever be proud to say I come from oldham tbh

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